Post by Azrael Dragonet on Dec 4, 2010 16:00:39 GMT -5
The Sand Dance
-"What can I say? I'm a talented individual."-
Walk like an Egyptian
[/size] -"What can I say? I'm a talented individual."-
Walk like an Egyptian
Name: Reon Dragonet Alias: Azrael, The Angel of Death, The Black Dragon
Age: 20
Canon or OC: OC
Millenium Item Holder: n/a
Duelist Status: Advanced[/center]
Deck:
This is the only one ill list for now. He has more; most notably a deck of fallen angels or darklords.
[Solar Governance]
3| Master Hyperion
3| The Agent of Mystery - Earth
3| The Agent of Wonder - Jupiter
1| The Agent of Judgment - Saturn
2| The Agent of Creation - Venus
3| Mystical Shine Ball
2| Honest
2| Herald of Orange Light
2| Zeradias, Herald of Heaven
1| D.D. Spirit
-22
3| The Sanctuary in the Sky
2| Mystical Space Typhoon
1| Dark Hole
1| Monster Reborn
1| Pot of Duality
1| Mind Control
2| Book of Moon
-11
2| Magic Cylinder
2| Celestial Transformation
2| Bottomless Trap Hole
1| Solemn Judgment
1| Torrential Tribute
-8
2| Ancient Fairy Dragon
2| Ancient Sacred Wyvern
2| Light End Dragon
1| Black Winged Dragon
2| Stardust Dragon
3| Black Rose Dragon
1| Brionac, Dragon of the Ice Barrier
1| Goyo Guardian
1| Ally of Justice Catastor
-15
They fall down like Dominos
History:
Reon was originally from the suburbs of japan but was raised on the go; traveling with several renowned and lesser-known duelists in the world to train and participate in tournaments. At the age of 10 Reon was picked up by a mysterious wandering duelist who called herself ‘The Black Dragon.’ Up until Reon’s entry into school, the Black Dragon was by far his most influential teacher. Over the three years of traveling they did together, Reon found out that his teacher was one of the members of a ring of duelists who were split across the world; their goals and identities unknown. The organization itself, known as The Ring of Twelve Dragons or simple The Twelve Dragons, was a society of 12 powerful duelists whose goal was to seek out the most skilled opponents and add them to their ranks, while expelling those who were no longer worthy. They neither worked together nor liked each other and Reon would have his share of trouble from them in the future.
Nearing his 13th birthday Reon took his training with The Black Dragon and applied it at one of Domino City's private dueling schools. Needless to say Reon did exceptionally well throughout all 4 of his years at the institution. He marked as one of the school's best students and graduated at the age of 17. After graduating Reon got a sponsor to be a pro duelist and soon entered the pro circuit. Reon’s career in the pro league was short lived however and within a month he found himself dueling against a member of The Twelve Dragons, the Jade Dragon. During the duel the Jade Dragon unleashed a myriad of shadow magic against Reon, who at this point in time had never encountered it before. Despite the pains of a shadow duel, however Reon was able to succeed in defeating the Jade Dragon, who was consumed by his own magic in the end.
After such an experience, Reon dropped from the pro league and stopped dueling for a time. This hiatus, though, was also short lived and after his 18th birthday he was drafted into the Ring of Twelve Dragons, who had 2 vacancies at the moment; The Jade Dragon who Reon had defeated earlier in the year, and the Black Dragon who was Reon’s old teacher. Being pretty much intimidated into the position, Reon became the new Black Dragon, though information on what had happened to the previous holder of the position was kept secret.
Now 22 years old, Reon has matured into a powerful duelist and a worthy holder of the Black Dragon title, though his dueling style has earned him a different name: Azrael the Angel of Death.
Likes:
Reading
Quiet areas
Strong willed people
A challenge
Dislikes:
pushovers
Pointless conversation
dishonesty
All the old paintings on the Wall[/size]
Sample RP:
Discretion was one of the many things that Nokogiri had gone without learning in his nineteen years of existence. Growing up under the care of three demons who made their living as bandits one typically went without learning the finer points of conversation. It wasn't as if Nokogiri had ever needed tact anyway. The boy had always assumed that he would spend the rest of his life living in some forest and pillaging any nearby towns or passerby that he came across. He never would have imagined, let alone foresaw, that he would be captured by a group of bungling demon slave drivers and be forced into servitude. Then again, who really thought of such things? When his master, now known as Sayuri, stopped walking he was puzzled. Unsure of what to do he stopped beside her. It was another thing that he regretted doing that day. With very little warning the smaller woman grabbed him by the collar of his kimono and yanked him down so that he was eye level with her. That action alone was enough to irritate Noko, besides being as weak as he was it almost sent him toppling to the ground. The words she spoke next elevated his status from being merely irritated to pissed off.
Nokogiri peeled back his lips revealing his pearly whites and let out a deep, throat rattling snarl. It was an expression most wouldn't have expected from a human, especially one that looked as if he should have been in some noble household but, again, when you were brought up by a trio of demons you tended to take after them. Sayuri would soon find that the boy had many traits that were similar to that of a demon most of them learned over a period of seventeen years, some that were just naturally bred into the boy. While she was still close to him, after finishing her whisper, Noko returned the gesture with one of his own. "I am not your property." Before he could receive a proper retort or reaction he was shoved into the lobby of the inn and forced to stand besides Sayuri as she dealt with the receptionist. Shoving his rage into the deepest depths of his consciousness Noko took this short amount of time to examine the admirers that he had recently been informed about. Looking out the window he spotted several demons looking back at him. He blinked in rapid succession as he looked around, relieved to see that none of the demons in the lobby were among the small fan club he had apparently created. Maybe it was because he had never cared or he was simply ignoring it, but Noko had never noticed that he was such a wanted commodity among demons. He lightly bit at his bottom lip as he looked away from the window and back towards Sayuri. He had looked just in time to see her snatch the key away from the receptionist and then reach for his right arm.
His eyes widdened and his teeth gritted as she grabbed onto it. Even through the leather and wood brace he could feel her touch and the pain it caused him. He bit back a cry of pain as he allowed her to lead him to their room for the night. Noko pulled himself free of Sayuri's grasp as she put him in the room. As soon as he was free of her grip he walked over to a corner of the room and lightly massaged the cursed appendage. Soon enough it went back to it's usual numb sensation that he had become accustomed to since obtaining it. He looked back at Sayuri ready to tell her to never touch that arm. He stopped himself and then sighed. The boy had no intention of telling her his life story and how he came to posses the arm and in turn the sword that hung from his right hip. He removed himself from the corner of the room and slowly walked across the wooden floor the window adjacent to the door. As he stared through it into the darkening streets Sayuri apologized for only being able to get one room. Noko's gaze became icy. You should apologize for treating me like some sort of animal. The words were left unspoken and he continued to stare out the window. "It's fine," he finally said after a few minutes of silence. "It's probably better this way for you anyway. You wouldn't want me running away after you had just bought me." he said as he turned around and leaned against the wall for support.
He watched his master as she sat with her eyes closed. It was obvious that she had something on her mind and Noko, as long as it didn't have to do with him, did not care. As she sat there he took the time to make himself more comfortable. His first action was to rip off the sandals that had been put on him and the socks that covered his feet. He tossed them aside and smiled as he was able to wiggle his toes. His next step in getting comfortable was to remove the pins and combs that held his hair in place. Each one fell to the floor with a soft clatter. Once Noko's hair was unbound he ran his left hand through it and moved his hand wildly, disheveling his raven locks. There were only two things left to do for the boy to be comfortable. Unfortunately it was impossible to accomplish them with the resources he had. To his irritation Noko still smelled strongly of lilacs. He had been exposed to the perfume more times than he cared to admit and he was beginning to feel that he would smell like them forever. The other, more pressing matter, was the fact that the collar around his neck had not been taken off. With his left hand Noko gripped it and tugged on it, almost choking himself with every attempt. He growled when it wouldn't give. "Great, I'm gonna look like some kinda mutt for the rest of my life and to top it all off I'm gonna smell like I've been rolling around in flowers. I'm gonna kill that slaver." he announced as he continued to tug on it. He eventually tired himself out and gave up. He slouched to the ground and looked up at the ceiling. With very little in options Noko spoke up again. "Not to piss you off again, but how exactly do you plan on paying for a slave if you can't afford two hotel rooms? We can get pretty price with grooming, feeding, and housing. I guess if you planned on eating me you wouldn't have to worry about though." he said as he pulled Haru from his obi and rested the sword, disguised as a bokken, on his left shoulder. His face held no emotion as he looked toward her, awaiting a response.
Nokogiri peeled back his lips revealing his pearly whites and let out a deep, throat rattling snarl. It was an expression most wouldn't have expected from a human, especially one that looked as if he should have been in some noble household but, again, when you were brought up by a trio of demons you tended to take after them. Sayuri would soon find that the boy had many traits that were similar to that of a demon most of them learned over a period of seventeen years, some that were just naturally bred into the boy. While she was still close to him, after finishing her whisper, Noko returned the gesture with one of his own. "I am not your property." Before he could receive a proper retort or reaction he was shoved into the lobby of the inn and forced to stand besides Sayuri as she dealt with the receptionist. Shoving his rage into the deepest depths of his consciousness Noko took this short amount of time to examine the admirers that he had recently been informed about. Looking out the window he spotted several demons looking back at him. He blinked in rapid succession as he looked around, relieved to see that none of the demons in the lobby were among the small fan club he had apparently created. Maybe it was because he had never cared or he was simply ignoring it, but Noko had never noticed that he was such a wanted commodity among demons. He lightly bit at his bottom lip as he looked away from the window and back towards Sayuri. He had looked just in time to see her snatch the key away from the receptionist and then reach for his right arm.
His eyes widdened and his teeth gritted as she grabbed onto it. Even through the leather and wood brace he could feel her touch and the pain it caused him. He bit back a cry of pain as he allowed her to lead him to their room for the night. Noko pulled himself free of Sayuri's grasp as she put him in the room. As soon as he was free of her grip he walked over to a corner of the room and lightly massaged the cursed appendage. Soon enough it went back to it's usual numb sensation that he had become accustomed to since obtaining it. He looked back at Sayuri ready to tell her to never touch that arm. He stopped himself and then sighed. The boy had no intention of telling her his life story and how he came to posses the arm and in turn the sword that hung from his right hip. He removed himself from the corner of the room and slowly walked across the wooden floor the window adjacent to the door. As he stared through it into the darkening streets Sayuri apologized for only being able to get one room. Noko's gaze became icy. You should apologize for treating me like some sort of animal. The words were left unspoken and he continued to stare out the window. "It's fine," he finally said after a few minutes of silence. "It's probably better this way for you anyway. You wouldn't want me running away after you had just bought me." he said as he turned around and leaned against the wall for support.
He watched his master as she sat with her eyes closed. It was obvious that she had something on her mind and Noko, as long as it didn't have to do with him, did not care. As she sat there he took the time to make himself more comfortable. His first action was to rip off the sandals that had been put on him and the socks that covered his feet. He tossed them aside and smiled as he was able to wiggle his toes. His next step in getting comfortable was to remove the pins and combs that held his hair in place. Each one fell to the floor with a soft clatter. Once Noko's hair was unbound he ran his left hand through it and moved his hand wildly, disheveling his raven locks. There were only two things left to do for the boy to be comfortable. Unfortunately it was impossible to accomplish them with the resources he had. To his irritation Noko still smelled strongly of lilacs. He had been exposed to the perfume more times than he cared to admit and he was beginning to feel that he would smell like them forever. The other, more pressing matter, was the fact that the collar around his neck had not been taken off. With his left hand Noko gripped it and tugged on it, almost choking himself with every attempt. He growled when it wouldn't give. "Great, I'm gonna look like some kinda mutt for the rest of my life and to top it all off I'm gonna smell like I've been rolling around in flowers. I'm gonna kill that slaver." he announced as he continued to tug on it. He eventually tired himself out and gave up. He slouched to the ground and looked up at the ceiling. With very little in options Noko spoke up again. "Not to piss you off again, but how exactly do you plan on paying for a slave if you can't afford two hotel rooms? We can get pretty price with grooming, feeding, and housing. I guess if you planned on eating me you wouldn't have to worry about though." he said as he pulled Haru from his obi and rested the sword, disguised as a bokken, on his left shoulder. His face held no emotion as he looked toward her, awaiting a response.
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